I invented a strap for my guitar yesterday and so I'm showing it off. The guitar I'm playing nowadays is a classical, and has no knobs anywhere to attach a strap to. So while I can walk and play with it, it's difficult. And last night around 10pm I wanted to stroll and play without the difficulty. So I improvised this strap, using an office clip (courtesy of my job) some duct tape, and a telephone cord. And I walked and played around old Québec to my little heart's delight. During which time I saw three street shows: a comedian-magician, an escape artist,
and two loudmouth kids on unicycles and trampolines with a flaming torch finale. I also met a girl in a hammock shop who I kind of know. I really enjoy being able to walk out my door at night and see street performers and crowds of people. I like crowds. Usually. And for when I don't, like this morning, there's a park to the left. I got up late and spent about an hour there today.P.S.: For those who didn't catch the title, the references are John Denver and Bob Vila.
4 comments:
I hear your guitar cry. USE NO OFFICECLIPS, IT HURTS ON THE GUITAR
My guitar is pretty tough, Poems and Writings. I mean, running wears down my shoes, but if I worried about that I'd never use them. Still, that's why I used the little-bitty office clip and bent it out first and duct-taped it up... look, there's a whole procedure here I'm not going to bore you all with.
Suffice to change the subject by saying, Poems and Writings, your page is really beautiful! I mean, no kidding! Everyone should go check it out.
P.S. I love my guitar, but only as an inanimate object. It's not part of me, it doesn't cry, and if it breaks I'll get another one.
Wow. Even musicians. Duct tape is that ubiquitous...
how handy! i love the sense of accomplishment from fixing something like that yourself :-)
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